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progAt first I was rolling my eyes in disappointment; it's one thing to go with a "Chariots of the Gods?" ending, but I couldn't rationally buy all the survivors unanimously deciding to go devo rather than found a city - it strikes me as fundamentally against human nature. As the episode continued, though, I made my peace with it; it certainly wasn't the first time BSG took a WTF turn like this (honestly, they tend to do it at least once an episode - see also Cavil's random suicide), and it was making the most of the direction that it headed in.
I wept quietly as things wrapped up, as I knew I would. But after the final shot of Hera in the wilderness, when the camera moved off her to pan through space and time and up onto a modern city, I totally lost my shit, sobbing loudly like a baby, straight through to the closing credits. I don't think I've really cried at the end of anything since The Empire Strikes Back, when I was seven years old. Then, I cried simply because the magic wonderful thing, like nothing I'd ever seen before, had suddenly stopped. This time, I thought I was prepared for it to happen again, but something about the exact note (ahem) that it ended on just floored me. I'm not sure I can express it yet; maybe I'll come back to it alter after I've had time to think about it.
I do like the nature of the thread they explicitly left without a clear resolution ("You know he doesn't like to be called that"), and state now that anyone who disagrees is a weenie. OK! Manly veneer re-applied. I'm ready for the commentary track now.
I wept quietly as things wrapped up, as I knew I would. But after the final shot of Hera in the wilderness, when the camera moved off her to pan through space and time and up onto a modern city, I totally lost my shit, sobbing loudly like a baby, straight through to the closing credits. I don't think I've really cried at the end of anything since The Empire Strikes Back, when I was seven years old. Then, I cried simply because the magic wonderful thing, like nothing I'd ever seen before, had suddenly stopped. This time, I thought I was prepared for it to happen again, but something about the exact note (ahem) that it ended on just floored me. I'm not sure I can express it yet; maybe I'll come back to it alter after I've had time to think about it.
I do like the nature of the thread they explicitly left without a clear resolution ("You know he doesn't like to be called that"), and state now that anyone who disagrees is a weenie. OK! Manly veneer re-applied. I'm ready for the commentary track now.
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Date: 2009-03-23 02:41 pm (UTC)http://www.nj.com/entertainment/tv/index.ssf/2009/03/battlestar_galactica_ronald_d.html
"(On whether Head Six and Head Baltar are angels or demons)
Moore: I think they're both. We never tried to name exactly what the head characters were, we never looked at them as angels or demons. They seemed to periodically say good things or evil things, to save people or to damn people. There was a sense that they worked in the service of something else... that was guiding and helping, sometimes obstructing, sometimes tempting. The idea at the end was that whatever they're in service of is eternal and continues, and whatever they are, they too are still around, with all of us who are the children of Hera. They continue to walk among us and watch."
Good Q&A... worth the read, I think.